You Can't Make This Shit Up!

To say that yesterday's trip north did not go as planned is a bit of an understatement. It started out well. I got up at 4:30 and Jim popped out of bed quickly and without any coaxing. We were able to get everything done which included walking the boys by 5:30. We were in the car and on our way ahead of schedule and I was a happy Muwee. Traffic was a bit much but then it was a workday. 

Approaching downtown Dayton (I fucking HATE Dayton with ever cell in my body!!!) where their continual 30 year construction continues, I moved over to the high speed lane so that I could drive through in the contra lane. I was maybe a quarter mile in and we stopped. My immediate thought was Oh mother fucker! This was at 6:20. We didn't move again until 9:45. Apparently some dumb mother fucking semi (why the fuck are semis allowed to use a contra lane) broke down. It was fucking awful. However, I did not freak out. I didn't get mad. Jim didn't freak out. Jim didn't get mad. I just kept saying to myself Self, you're on vacation and you'll eventually get out of this and this time tomorrow, you'll be in PIB. 

But it gets better or rather worse. Suddenly, out of nowhere, cars start moving. I literally yelled, "Holy shit!!! They're moving!" Guess what? The car two up, wouldn't start. I should rephrase that. The FUCKING BEATER two cars ahead of us wouldn't start. I mean, of course that happened. The poor dude - I really did feel bad for him - he pops his hood, gets out of his car, fiddles with something and tries to start it again. Nothing. He bangs on his steering wheel and I can see him yelling. Meanwhile, I'm saying screaming "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!?" At the same time, Jim's saying, "It's cool. Calm down. This shit happens to him all the time...he knows what to do." The guy tries again.. Nothing. And then, the guy in the car in front of us (the one behind the newly disabled car) gets out pops his trunk, grabs some tools, they fiddle around with the beater for about 3-4 minutes and HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! The car starts and we're on our way. It was a fucking miracle I kid you not! 

From that point on, things went well with our trip although it was tough not to drive like a bat out of hell. We made it to the ferry and literally drove right on the boat, last car, after all the passengers had loaded. Thank you Jesus.

Yesterday was miserably hot and spent at the pool. Other than getting out to refresh my drink, I was in the water the whole time. I made dinner and because I was exhausted, I hit the hay by about 9:00. Oh, and apparently Jim drank a little too much last night...after I went to bed. In the middle of the night, he got up to go to the bathroom. However, instead of going in the hall bathroom where he should have gone, he went INTO Anne and Steve's bedroom, peed in their en suite and then thankfully returned to our room. WTF!? Moral of the story: Family, lock your doors! 

Today's Plans: Charlie should be arriving later. We're going to attempt to blow up the paddle boards before the heat of the day hits. Although that's already happened. There will definitely be pool time and who knows what else. Anne is in charge of dinner and will be making vodka pasta, garlic bread and a salad. 

And that's all I have for now. Time for a mimosa. Happy Thursday. Later!